She hadn’t known how badly she’d been craving him until he kissed her. Then it all came back in a rush. The heat of him. The passion in his touch. The need that only he seemed able to inspire in her.
Her senses swam as he lifted her in his arms. She felt motion as he began to walk but she was too caught up in his kiss to realize where he was going until he lowered her gently to her bed.
The softness of the cotton comforter under her was as welcome as his hard body over her. Sam was moving fast but Emily didn’t care. She’d dreamed of him since that first kiss they’d shared. She’d dreamed of this. And more.
He broke away and sought her gaze. He was breathing as hard as she was, both of them caught up in the moment.
“Tell me you want this, Em. Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
She thought about her answer for all of a second. Her heart knew the answer right away.
“Come here, Sam.” She wound her arms around his neck and drew him back down for a sizzling kiss as her fingers played in the short ends of his hair.
One of his hands went to her waist, burrowing under her soft cotton shirt to touch the skin of her abdomen. The warmth of him was incredible. His touch was skilled and exciting. She wanted more.
Would he move upward or downward? She wanted both equally.
When his hand stroked upward on her ribcage as his tongue danced with hers, she moaned. He apparently took that as his cue, sliding his hand right up under her shirt. He covered one of her breasts for a moment only before grasping the edge of the cup and pulling it downward with some force.
With a simple touch, Sam made her feel wanton. She craved his touch like her next breath and her desire only spiked higher as his hand shaped her bare breast. His fingers plucked at the nipple with care, pinching lightly as if learning her shape and her response.
Soon that wasn’t enough. She wanted her shirt off. She wanted his off too.
Emily moved her fingers to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling at first. Eventually she found the coordination to release those small buttons from their holes and pull the shirt out of his waistband. Within moments, she was touching hot, hard, male flesh.
She wanted more.
Apparently so did Sam. He released her, sitting up for a moment while he stripped off first her shirt and then his own. Her bra followed in a slow movement while he held her gaze and spoke not a word. He was watching her carefully, seeming to gauge her reactions, but she had no ability to hide how turned on she was by his every movement. So far, Sam was her dream lover. He had anticipated her needs and delivered what she wanted. She only hoped she was experienced enough to do the same for him.
Somehow she doubted her meager experience with the opposite sex would match up to Sam’s. Anybody who looked like him and lived the fast-paced life he must lead probably had more women than he knew what to do with. She didn’t like the idea that she was one of many, but she wouldn’t pass up this chance. She wanted to be with him regardless of what had come before or what would happen next.
“Do you have a condom?” She had to ask. She’d assumed he’d be prepared but she needed to be sure before this went any farther. She was being impulsive here tonight, but she wasn’t a fool.
Sam reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. From it he pulled two or three foil packets, throwing them onto the nightstand.
“I’ve had these in here for a while, but they’re still good. I’ve also recently had a full medical workup, Emily. I’m clean of disease. Disgustingly healthy, as a matter of fact.”
He made a face she couldn’t quite interpret but she saw the truth in his eyes. He wouldn’t lie to her about something this important. Sam was at heart an honest man regardless of the subterfuge he was sometimes forced to employ in his work.
“I’m clean too, but I’m not on birth control, so we need to use something.”
“I’m okay with that, Em. The last thing I want to do is make trouble for you with a disease or otherwise.” He cupped her cheek, then ran his fingers through her hair, his voice dropping low as he drew closer. “This is supposed to be about passion and desire. A gift from each of us to the other. A thing of beauty and mutual pleasure.”
When he talked like that, he gave her a glimpse into his inner soul. The soul of a poet. An artist. A sensitive man hidden beneath a tough exterior. He only made her like him more.
Daring greatly, she ran her hands downward, over his chest and muscular torso, then cupped his length through the fabric of his pants. Sam shivered but let her explore for a moment. But she didn’t want to wait. Her body was already screaming for satisfaction. It had been far too long for her and her desire for Sam was greater than any she’d ever felt.
Her hands went to his belt, working the leather and brass of the buckle free. Then she attacked the button and zipper, wanting the barrier between her and her goal gone as quickly as possible.
“Help me,” she pleaded softly as her fingers fumbled, unable to work fast enough to suit her.
Sam complied, rising slightly to help ease open the zipper. Emily didn’t wait. As soon as she had an opening, her hand slipped inside, battling through the layers of fabric to finally touch flesh.
He was rigid and warm, the velvety texture of his skin contrasting with its hardness. He was also big. Bigger than she’d ever had. It would take work to accept this into her body, but she imagined it would be well worth the effort.
She wrapped her fist around him and squeezed. Sam moved away after only a moment of this treatment and she was disappointed to have her prize taken out of reach too soon.
“Much more of that and this’ll be over before it starts.” His smile charmed her and the movement of his fingers to her waistband made her forget her disappointment.
He made short work of her pants and panties, caressing her skin in long sweeps of his large hands, up and down her legs. He held her gaze as he spread her legs, making room for himself between. She was centered on the queen sized bed, totally naked on her soft comforter. Sam still wore his pants though they were unzipped and in danger of sliding off his narrow hips. Silently she rooted for them to slide off. She wanted to see what she’d only felt up ’til now.
But he was in charge of this show for the moment and she was content to let him lead. Sam knelt between her knees, arranging her to his satisfaction. She was nervous but willing to see what he wanted. It had been a long time since she’d had a lover. A long time since she’d tried anything truly adventurous. Being with Sam and letting him do what he liked was an adventure. So far, it was an amazingly good one.
Sam’s hands stroked higher up her inner thighs, converging on the point that ached for his touch. When he got there, one hand rested on her pubic bone, the other delving into her folds, touching and probing, teasing and stroking.
She was slippery, ready for more but he teased her a bit longer, rubbing light circles around the distended nub that craved his touch. Her stomach flipped and her limbs began to shiver with pent up desire. Only then did he stroke lower once more, one large finger sliding within as if testing her fit.
She squirmed. She couldn’t help it. The feeling was incredible. His thick finger stretched the place that hadn’t seen much use in too long to mention. She creamed around him, easing his way, wanting more.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” he whispered, his gaze rising to capture hers.
“Good,” she replied on a breathy moan as he added another finger to the first.
Yeah, that was a tight fit, but it felt really intensely wonderful. She wondered how good his cock would feel and she didn’t want to wait much longer to find out. Foreplay be damned. Just being around Sam was foreplay enough for her, let alone being naked and spread wide on her bed for him. She was already primed and ready to go.
“Just good?” he prompted with a teasing tilt to his head and a grin lurking at the corners of his mouth.
“Better than good,” she admitted. “Sam, don’t make me wait. I want you now.”
“Are you sure, Em? Be sure.”
“I’m sure. Finesse can wait until next time. This first time I just want you. Hard and fast and now. Don’t wait.”
He made a humming sound, deep in the back of his throat. She thought maybe her headlong response had gotten a rise out of him in more ways than the obvious one. Emily knew a large portion of sex was mental. Her eagerness for him seemed to be an additional turn on for Sam. She’d remember that for next time. It took a while to get to know what your lover liked. She’d learned something she could use to bring him more pleasure in the future—however long or short that future relationship might be.
Sam shucked his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor at the side of her bed. When she got her first look at him, she realized her estimation of his size had been a little off. He was longer than she’d thought and a nice size around. Yeah, that would make a tight, hot, incredibly arousing fit.
And she most definitely wanted it. Now.
Sam prowled up over her on hands and knees like a jungle cat. His body heat was tremendous. Warm and comforting. Strong and powerful, like almost everything else about him. He smelled so good. His natural musk wasn’t overpowering and made her senses come alive in appreciative response.
She licked his shoulder, wanting to taste him. Salty and clean. He tasted like more.
Sam growled in the back of his throat as her teeth nipped at his skin.
“Let’s put that mouth to better use, shall we?” he growled, settling over her. Then his mouth claimed hers in a tempestuous kiss that went on and on.
She lost track of time and space as he took possession of her passion. A moment later—or maybe it was an hour—he slowly took possession of her body. Sliding within, inch by inch, moment by moment, he was careful not to hurt her. He pressed steadily, using a rocking motion when necessary to use her body’s lubricant to aid his path. Eventually his strategy worked and he sat fully within her tight sheath, ready for more.
“Is it okay, Em?” he gasped, breaking the kiss so he could meet her gaze.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Want more?” He smiled down at her. He was by far the sexiest man she had ever been with.
“Oh, yeah.” She returned his smile with interest.
He began to move in earnest, sliding slowly at first, but with some force as he pulled almost all the way out, then stroked home in one long thrust. Sam repeated the motion, watching her face. He was probably trying to gauge her reaction. She was quickly learning that Sam Archer was an incredibly considerate lover. She liked that and so much more about him. She had to be careful or she’d lose her heart to the man.
When she wrapped her legs around him to urge him to move faster, Sam took the invitation and ran with it. His thrusts became shorter and more powerful, eventually turning into hard digs of his hips, stroking into her heat. It felt glorious.
Emily began to make little keening noise as her passion rose higher. She was close to something momentous. Like flying too close to the sun. And she wanted to go higher. She wanted to touch the sun and explode, then float back down to Earth secure in Sam’s arms. She knew instinctively that he would keep her safe.
“Are you ready, Em?” His hot breath panted over her damp skin like a caress. She was straining toward completion.
“Almost,” she cried out. “Sam!”
She shouted his name as the first waves of pleasure broke over her body, making it clamp down around his, jerking and convulsing in wave after wave of orgasmic spasms.
She felt Sam join her in bliss as his muscles tensed on a final hard thrust. He strained above her, his eyes clamped shut as his body seized the pleasure they had created together.
His warmth engulfed her, sweeping her into another round of pleasurable contractions that drove her higher. She’d never done that before. It felt so good to let go so completely with Sam. He was a talented and considerate lover. And as he began to move again within her—slow, sweeping strokes that milked the last of their pleasure from both of their bodies—she flew to the sun one last time, shocking her into a scream.
She screamed his name as she came.
Sam woke Emily twice more in the night to make love. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her sweet body and honest responses. Guilt flooded him as he realized what he’d done. He should never have touched her. He should have been strong enough to resist the temptation of her. He was on a mission. Perhaps the most important one of his life. He shouldn’t have given in to the very personal need he had for this woman, but he hadn’t been strong enough to resist her allure.
Even after a full night of loving her, he found it hard to resist claiming her again. He had to be stronger than this. He had to be better. If he failed, the entire world might suffer the consequences. Steeling himself, he let her go and got out of bed as quietly as he could.
He watched her sleep for a long moment, teetering on the edge of climbing back in and having her again. In the end, he found the strength to get up and begin his day. There was work to be done and nobody here but himself to do it.